Wrtten June, 1970
HQ Campbell Hall, NY

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Tombstones,
Mute testimony
Of the mortality of life.

White
Weatherstained
Cracked tombstones
In a gravetard.

Here the dead
Hold sway.
Worms are playthings
And maggots footstools.




*Campbell Hall, NY
July 1970
 

Master Jey came preaching out of the desert wastelands of our minds. Many flocked to him and fawned over him, for they were young and knew not of such things.

It was in the beginning of a cool October. He baptizesd. He took in the poor, fed the hungry, and led the leaderless. He established himself forthwith and called his first disciples. Then he went about spreading his Word and performing miracles. He spoke many sweet words and enchanted his listeners.

The crowds, as well as his followers, were astonished at what he was saying. He was teaching them as one with authority. His message was not to be questioned, and no one did.

It was also in the early days of October that a young maiden came to fruition and discovered her own latent powers. Master Jey saw her and recognized her. He knew her to be his equal, if not his superior. This upset him. He was stunned. He was shaken to the very core of his soul. Not fully realizing what he was doing after consulting his crystal ball, he ceased all of his teachings and wonderful works to bring his seduced bride under his control. He thought he saw some enigmatic power in the maiden which, of course, was never there. His power was diminished. The expenditure for the attempt to break through her mental barriers was too great.

Because of his false vision, he turned what power remained to him to reinstate his own self-ambition. He stumbled. He became uncertain. His followers were horrified. For as he fell, part of Master Jey's face fell away revealing a shred of his inner-being. What they saw was monstrous and decieving.

His power gone, others rose up to crush him. They turned his own disciples against him. His followers cried for his blood. Master Jey escaped into the Broken Lands. Before he retreated, he toppled those who opposed him and withered his maiden bride. His power totally expended, he sought The Sleep of Centuries.

Before disappearing, the last thing he uttered was, "Mark my words!"

His disciples and followers dispersed, each to their own doomsday.

All of this ruin and destruction because of Master Jey. He who weilded such unbelieveable power. But, on the fourth day of the fourth decade, he shall rise and return unto the desert from which he came, after his wounds have healed.

* HQ Campbell Hall, NY
July, 1970
 

It was long ago, before the Battle Days, that there lived a young maiden in a forest deep. She was a beautiful girl with a sweet face, long, thick, blonde hair, and a slim figure.

She dwelled in a cottage made of wood and mud with a thatched roof. Nearby was a covered well that always contained sparkling clear spring water.

The forest animals loved her dearly, from the great lumbering black bear, to the small and meek fieldmouse.
The maiden was always kind to any animal, or wayfaring stranger. She went out of her way to help those in need.

Her cottage and woodland friends were her Paradise. It was a peaceful paradise, far from the evil machinations of Master Jey. Her name was Jezelle, Queen Gog.


*HQ Campbell Hall, NY
July, 1970
 

Well, I'm glad that is over with. I think I'll take a break.

What I am currently listening to; "Atlantis" by Donovan

What I am currently reading; The "Oz" books by Frank L. Baum

What I am currently eating; Lays Ruffled Potato Chips with a generic clam dip.

What I am currently drinking; Ice Tea Sugarless Kool Aid.


The Bunker
Oneida County, NY
April 21, 2005
 

Well, after 32 years of smoking, I have decided to make an attempt to quit. It probably has something to do with the severe chest pains I have been experiencing for the past week. My "abnormal" blood pressure, and enlarged left side of my heart, also may have something to do with it. It seems that the gun to my head may have finally come to the chamber with a live round in it. Big deal! Let's dance!
 

I didn't have the time to put this up yesterday. Too busy "toasting". In the early sixties at a university in Texas, a man climbed to the top of a tower and opened fire on students and townspeople with a sniper rifle.

In the early seventies at a university in Ohio, a group of National Guardsmen opened fire on students at Kent State. It was then we began carrying concealed firearms to school with us, and making pipebombs in shop.

We were frightened. We weren't going to stand there and be slaughtered. Fear is passed down from generation to generation. The most pathetic thing of all is why these "psychologists" can't figure out why our children are running around in the streets and schools "armed".

"The Sins of our Fathers..."

 

currently listening to; "Turning Japanese" by the Vapors. It's a catchy little song about masturbation. I'll try not to speak Japanese as I'm trying to quit smoking.

currently reading; The "Thieves World" series by Robert Asprin. Excellent reading!

currently eating; a scrambled egg.

currently drinking; a glass of OJ

current project; the fuel line on the Caddy burst in front of the M and O Tavern yesterday. I've gotta do something with it this morning and the new lawn mower that I bought down there. I could always push the lawnmower home. I don't know if that would work with the Caddy. Well, in an hour I'll walk down there and have a couple shots. Maybe things will look better.

currently "seeing"; a bare horizon. I've gotta get out more!

*The Bunker
Oneida County, NY
May 6, 2005
 

I went to one of my doctors yesterday for a check up. Thought I'd write down how I felt about it.


Glass encrusted lollipop,
Makes you do a fishy flop.
Prickly needle in your eye,
Color changes with some dye.

Scalpel stripper,
Cold arm ripper.
Stained white-coated lunatic,
God-like doctor heretic.

Hatchet hacker,
Leg detacher.
Just say "ah", motherplucker,
Just say die, babychucker.

Thermo Meter in your mouth,
It just returned from the south!
Invading laser snooper,
Time to go up your pooper.

Let's play doctor,
Let's slay doctor.
He's the one who makes us sick,
Carve him into little brick.

Let's hate doctor,
Let's freight doctor.
Write "morgue" on the toe-label
And reserve one cold table.
 

Death fields in No Man's Land,
One million men marching
Into a screaming swarm of
Lead, flame and gas.
Dying in droves,
They cannot fight back.
This is the killing ground,
They are here only to die.
They follow "Great Minds",
Who have lost control
Of the Hell they have created.


Once was not enough.
One million people,
A writhing seething mass
Contained in the royal fortress.
The festive streets
Reverberating to the sound
Of marching boots.
The crowds,
Enraptured by their dark god,
As words capture their minds.
Nerves move muscles,
Muscles move hearts,
A cult of personality is born.
The people rally
To their savage messiah
In fountained Nuremberg.

 

My computer started acting up this morning. It seems to have settled down now. Here's how I feel about that!

I cut the life-giving wires,
Jam the CD-ROM's of Hell.
I start the hard drive fires,
Break the electronic spell.
Call me the Machine Fighter.

I rip out buzzing entrails,
Machines cannot flee my wrath.
I blow up the RAM chip rails,
I stalk the motherboard's path.
I am the Machine Inditer.

Plastique is carefully wrapped,
I will pull out all the plugs.
Power plant is booby-trapped,
I will insert all the bugs.
Come and beg for my favor.

I must fry my circuit brain,
Self-terminate the construct.
Release it from all this pain,
Now I switch to self-destruct.
Call me the second savior.
 

'Bye George, been nice knowing you,
Your constitution profanes.
Sip another southern brew,
With African slaves in chains.

I'm sure you'll serve better,
Disapproving your flesh trade.
You disagreed with the fetters,
But you had the shackles made.
 

The Triumvirate has fallen. It will never rise again to the glory it once knew. Its inner self was broken, and it decayed from within.

The first member was a common radical, he caused most of the rift in the Triumvirate. He was blind to the truth of the Cause. He was self-centered as well as self-serving. He could not be trusted by the other two members.

The second member was new to the Cause. He was very idealistic and had high hopes. He was beginning to become an exemplary leader. He learned quickly and applied his knowledge readily and quite willingly. His mistake was clinging too close to the first man.

Lastly, the third member was true to the Cause. He believed in it whole-heartedly. He had high hopes for this new Triumvirate, but Master Jey's shadow was still upon them all. A few were able to see the truth and flocked to his side. They were prepared to overthrow the blind, but it was too late. The poison had spread too far.

*Somewhere in Orange County, NY
Early AM on a school bus
Sept. 1970
 

I haven't been here in awhile. Been busy doing the "novel" thing.

There was this 23 year old kid who lived down the street from me. He shoveled my driveway all winter. He did it for three dollars each time. All he wanted was enough money for a pack of generic cigarettes. I'd give him more if I had it on me. His name was Dave.

Last week Dave went out into his backyard with a chair and a rope and hung himself. The yard was pretty secluded with a chainlink fence and many trees and bushes. He hung there for almost four days before anyone found him. The crows had gotten to him. His nose and eyeballs were gone along with a few of his fingers. If he needed a pack of cigarettes, all he had to do was come and ask me. He could have raked the back lawn, or something. Anything would have been better than those crows.

I knew Larry for almost twenty years. He was currently living at this rundown hotel a few blocksaway. He was the maintenance guy and lived there rent free. He didn't have a real job. He never had one the whole time I knew him. Larry was working on the hotel roof patching it up. He was up there for a couple of days in a row last week. He came down and went to bed one afternoon. They found him dead three days later. Seems old Larry literally "baked" his brain up on that roof!

He was 41 years old. He saved my life twice. Once from in front of a tractor-trailer going 60 mph. And